Loquat
Who has spent their childhood in the countryside, has led the buffalo to graze on the rice fields, the wind blowing from the fields. At the foot of the fields are rows of rice bowing down heavy with grain, the conical hat with its broken brim is tilted back so that the sunlight spreads on the yellowed hair, the wind blows a few strands of hair, fluttering in the late afternoon sunlight of the countryside… oh, how dear are the memories, in the winter, the ponds next to the rice fields dry up, the patches of water spinach grow green, in the small puddle at the bottom of the pond, a few eels and fishes appear, the foam spreads on the water surface.
The children seemed to have struck gold, wearing conical hats, palm leaf hats, and shorts, quickly waded in, scooped up a few puddles, crawled down into the mud, searched for, and lifted up fat eels and loach, with golden skin that smelled good when grilled.
In the rice harvest season, the rice fields have been harvested, buffaloes graze, leisurely roaming the fields, the countryside is idle again, waiting for the new rice season.
The wheel is like a clock face with 12 numbers, it keeps rotating in order, day, month… to complete a year.
In the spring rain of January, the fields have been planted, the wine selling lady’s voice is still soft and clear, along the village road the green bamboo shade is cool,
The luggage for selling alcohol only has two cans tied on both sides, but on the backpack there is also a basket… in it is a warehouse for everyone to choose all kinds of things in the countryside.
Vegetables, onions, tubers, with a few pieces of meat and hot tofu just out of the oven
Oh no..there are two bags of young jujubes, the green jujubes. Jujubes from the eggplant village, a favorite dish for women..
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This fruit is very strange, young jujube just out, pick it and dip it in salt and chili, you can feel all the flavors, sour, astringent, sweet mixed to each person’s taste
In March and April, the jujubes are bright red on the branches. The red fruit is sweet, the yellow fruit is sour. This is a rustic fruit from the countryside, a rustic fruit that has been around for generations. Until now, the countryside market is still red and yellow with trays of ripe jujubes.
The eggplant village is on the riverside, the river floods every year and deposits alluvium to make the vegetable fields green and lush. When the water recedes after a few days, it leaves a thick layer of alluvium on each vegetable field. At the foot are each bush of jujube, which does not need to be fertilized, but its branches and leaves are lush. The jujube bushes here, taking root on these fields, are crunchy when young, neither sour nor astringent.
In the late March and early April of the lunar calendar, the loquat patches of the ca village are bustling with customers. The loquats here are big and sweet, with thin skin and a light layer of bran that peels off easily. With just a few light swipes on the arm, put the ripe loquat in your mouth… oh, the loquats of the ca village are still famous on supermarket shelves.
Anyone who has ever fondled a big, ripe loquat, the feeling is like the skin of a teenage girl, tight, plump, cool, soft. Plump and sweet. Drops of water inside, ooze out when biting into, fresh taste, mild aroma, slightly sour smell
The red lady sold seasonal produce, selling according to the village’s taste. As for the mute lady, he always pampered her like a younger sister. The day he found out the mute lady was pregnant, every afternoon, instead of half-eaten fruit from the women’s diet, he brought her some green jujubes, strawberries, and then ripe jujubes.
I don’t know if the country girls are poetic, or the village girls are forever rustic, the girls have rosy cheeks, no makeup but still have the scent of rice, flowers, hair, skin that blooms like fruit in season.
jujube, star fruit, strawberry, sweet ripe chay fruit…my grandmother always brought a few fruits home wherever she went…she was pregnant but her skin was cool, smooth and rosy, her hair was silky as clouds, her cheeks were rosy, on her full moon face…
Later I understood that poet Nguyen Binh wrote about a girl returning from the province.
He told the girl to go to the city for a few days, the scent of the fields and the wind blew away a bit.. she was still in the village. God loves… the beauty given by God… hidden inside the sentence he said “long legs do not tire”, is definitely lust… the mute girl hidden inside is like a fire waiting to boil up… now she curls her legs, spreads them slightly… the flower bud is blooming…
who has ever touched their lips to that place..how does it feel..don’t know, it’s like there’s a sweet taste, a faint scent of ripe chay fruit, a light, gentle scent of ripe jujube, a light, melting taste, a scent of strawberry, a gentle, cool scent on the tip of the tongue, in the windless mosquito net, a sweet, fragrant scent of perfume wafts around, my nose tilts to look for a long time into the dim darkness, only to see that the small, slender piece of land, the three banks like a triangle with the ends facing down, is still oozing out drops of honey..
wrinkle wrinkle..that place when her legs curled slightly, it felt like she wanted to arch up to show off the land on three banks..like she said..her land for 18 years has only been cut down by a hoe once. The grass is only soft, like smooth baby hair, running along the bank of two pretty, half-open grapefruit segments..the wet slit split in half. The big grapefruit segments arch up to cover
I was surprised… feeling overwhelmed, only had time to look closely at the wall inside the bed… oh the lamp, her flashlight was lying along the edge of the blanket… reached out to turn it on, a white-blue light shone into the space, the mute girl’s bed lit up with electric light… with the pink shorts the mute girl was wearing covering the speaker, the lamp shone, glowing pink, the bed… shimmering in color, emitting stage lights… the pink light illuminated the fork… the thing lying there… was still open, closed, water drops oozing out, condensing, melting, spreading out and flowing down the water L… she had many colors
the flower bud..sparsely covered with young rice, when the mute girl gently lifted her leg, I looked at the stage, the playground..the singing place..uh huh…, of the men, letting my soul conquer and climb up
now..it is still oozing out white drops of water, the two banks are gently closed..like holding dew drops, because for the past two months she has not been able to plow, plant, the field of the beautiful girl in the village, let herself be indifferent..slightly jerking her hips, arching up, waiting..full of hope
I lay on my side, close to the intersection of the mute girl, looking up… at the light. The pink light shone brightly, over there was a high mound, the pubic area… the young grass was fluttering, the tip of the belly was protruding… up there were two high mountains… deep grooves… steep mountain passes that men wanted to lie on… crawling on my stomach, stretching my hips… looking for the moment to reach the top…
I bent down, my face close, my fingers gently opened the two soft lips of flesh inside, revealing a pink groove like ripe plum skin, the mussel mouth as small as a chopstick’s tip inside, tweezing the lips… like the mouth of a carp opening and closing, shimmering… spitting out sparkling drops of water, shining…
The scent of strawberries wafts through my lips, I press my lips together and swipe them across my tongue, searching for a drop of water. The sweet taste mixes with the shiny peanut that sticks out. I suck lightly, the tip of my tongue caresses her legs, her legs flex slightly, and she lets out a gush of slimy liquid. I bend down, purse my lips together, and lift my legs up, stretching my body like I’m holding the tip of a sugar spoon. The liquid is in my soft lips, touching her lips. She opens her lips, and I pour a sip of water over. She moans softly, her tongue swishes around, pushing me over, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, her breasts arching up, as if her lust is now burning, the wind and rain are rushing strongly.
I deepened the kiss she had been waiting for all these days.. I spread my legs slightly when the chicken’s neck touched the groove down there.. She reached out to hold the pole and caressed it.. I shook it and rubbed it against the wet, deep, slimy groove with slippery water.. I raised my hips when she silently pressed the head of the chicken into the wet slit.. I was afraid that if she poked it, the hard thing would burst and overflow… really hard
I leaned slightly and jerked my hips out, the position touching her butt, I avoided her belly with a baby, when she forced herself…to bury her head in the buffalo pole..
The mute girl was thirsty…thirsty for a man, her sensitive skin…goosebumps kept rising…the kiss was passionate. Rubbing hard, sucking and pushing the tongue in…suddenly the mute girl let out a moan.
uh uh like the sound of wind in the late night, body tense… thighs soft.. she must have gone through a climax..
half-closed eyes… rosy cheeks, red lips… rising breath, sweet plump chest… nodding nipples… her silent breathing as if it was gently and rhythmically… her figure was loose, exposing her white and pink body, legs spread wide… the fork opened, revealing a pretty mouth waiting
I bent down to look..kissed lightly on her red earlobe..rosy..whispered very softly..
Tam oi… Tu darling, now I’m going to fuck… Nha Tam
a smile opened up.. eyes swayed sideways, shining with happiness.. she nodded slightly.. hand reached over to my shoulder and held it tightly..
Suddenly she reached up above the pillow… took Mr. Dam’s book for me to bring home to read… a book about sex and sex positions
Turned to the page of the book about a pregnant woman, some drawings of a girl sitting on a buffalo pole with her hips down… with a cross over it… oh, this is forbidden in the book, probably the mute lady and her aunt have spent many nights pondering over it, sex positions, many types of books describing the bottom-on-top positions
She pointed to the position where the girl was lying on her back with her legs bent in a V shape. Then she pointed to the position where the boy was lying behind her, spooning her ass.
I looked… nodded and bent down to kiss her very lightly… lifted her thighs slightly… her mouth opened slightly… her dick head that had been hard for the past few days nodded slightly… shook… she held it… I pressed my hips lightly into it… the soft groove… opened… slippery… my body and hers shook very lightly…
Rain and wind outside the yard rustling in the quiet night… Suddenly in my mind flew the images of aunt Tham and miss Hong… they were smiling and clapping their hands gently to encourage… Tu oi…
click on it..for the love of the heart..beautiful girl suffers many miserable fates..
eyes half closed, lips parted to breathe lightly..her index finger clenched as if to signal the guy to push in..the head..went through..she kept squeezing her finger gently..as if to tell the guy to fuck her..
Oh, two mounds of flesh close together… tight… smooth like a rope around the neck of a crowing, nodding young chicken… trembling… click again… she arched her neck up, pulling my lips down, rubbing my lips hard… oh, my love for her tonight… blossoms fully… late winter night, cool wind, drizzle, quiet and cold, two hearts, two young birds searching for the moment to give themselves… windy
The moments together out there in the empty garden, the rustling of leaves like a date…so much loneliness, resentment…so many times wishing for a man, to satisfy the desire, now anger and resentment drift with emotions
she put down the bottle and gently arched her ass up.. I pressed my hips, her butterfly flew high.. she jerked her hips.. let her leg fly over the top.. revealing a wet slit.
she leaned over and pointed at the picture in the book.. i lay behind her, pressed her butt up and gently touched her pubic mound, pointed the stick in, spooned and searched for her slit.. caressed her shoulder.. she turned her head.. lips searched for each other.. my hand rubbed her breasts full of colostrum.. big, round, rich.. plump, the head caressed.. massaged lightly..
squish squish..
gently..i whispered in her ear and asked..happy heart L..no, she tilted her cheek and nodded..
She reached out and pointed at the line of writing from the other day..I read..fuck me hard.
oh..16 years old man’s dick..pressing up..her ass made a sound like the sound he made last night in the kitchen..slap..slap
butt..pubic area touching each other..gently
uh…
burst out feeling..dam broken.. flood water rushing out..
she… I was silent, holding each other tightly… only feeling down there… the tube in her vagina contracted and sucked tightly… caressing the buffalo pole very lightly… it was softening… as if it wanted to flow out
she pressed her ass..hold it..smoothly..just a few minutes..don’t know why..my dick pressed deeper..why did it get hard..
oh really 16 year old boy